A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 462 The battle between realms leads to the death of hundreds of millions of beings

"The Great Sun Sword of Dongji Demon Sect?"

"You actually dare to come."

Xuantian Jianzi was stunned for a moment, and then his fighting spirit aroused. His golden robes jingled, and he actually smiled: "Everyone, the opportunity we have been waiting for has come. After killing this gang, even the sect's Taoist disciples will also Do your part!”

"Yes, this man deserves to die by my sword."

"When the time comes, Senior Brother Xuantian, please don't try to trick me on my way to becoming a Taoist disciple, causing others to look down upon me."

A Xuanwu Tiangong swordsman flicked his sword and laughed, indescribably heroic.

"Hahaha!"

Nearly a hundred sword cultivators from the three major immortal sects laughed loudly, the sound echoed hundreds of miles away, their sword intent was high-spirited, and any tension was swept away.

"Yes, that's exactly what it should be."

"If the sword is not as good as a human being and it's just death, then what's the point of fear?"

"You are all good."

Jiang Ding showed admiration and looked at Shangqing Lingbao Sect's Hundred Swords: "Are you going to get out or die?"

The interests of the Immortal Sect include his interests.

The overall situation of Xianmen is his overall situation.

Therefore, Jiang Ding is willing to give the Sword Master of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect, who has remained neutral in the realm wars for nearly a thousand years, a chance.

"Hahaha!"

"The Great Sun Sword of Dongji Demon Sect."

Bai Jian Jianzi laughed wildly.

After a long time, he stopped smiling and said solemnly: "You should not have been born in the Dongji Demon Sect. This is a mistake and must be corrected. Otherwise, the interface will be filled with endless bloodshed again."

"On your home planet, in many realms, hundreds of millions of living beings will die for this."

"This is all because of your existence!"

"Jiang Ding!"

Bai Jian Jianzi's expression was stern and he called him by his name: "If you still have Wan Yi's thoughts on the right path, Wan Yi's self-consciousness as a human being, and Wan Yi's compassionate heart."

"Shouldn't you kill yourself?"

"I see."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly.

This is when they encountered the main fighting faction of the Shangqing Lingbao Sect.

"Then die."

He handed down his verdict.

"hey-hey!"

"ridiculous!"

"Even if the Great Sun Sword Master of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion wants to..."

Bai Jian Jianzi chuckled lightly and was about to say something when he was suddenly startled.

A pain in my chest.

Instinctively he lowered his head.

The tip of a blue-gold sword, at some point, broke through more than twenty magic weapons that could sense the protector on its own, penetrated the brilliant Taoist robe, penetrated deeply into the chest, penetrated into the heart, and passed through the chest. come out.

The blue and gold sword light shines brightly, and the light of breaking magic and destroying spirits fills the air.

"No...impossible!"

The smile on Bai Jian Jianzi's face disappeared and he screamed in horror.

"When is this?"

He suddenly activated his magic weapon, and streams of clear light bloomed outwards. His body instantly collapsed into one hundred and eight flying swords, each of which was a rare treasure that could be seen in the outside world. The light was brilliant.

Hundred swords!

This is the origin of his Dao name. He is born with a strong affinity for swords and can wield hundreds of swords. His sword intention is also related to the formation path and the number of flying swords. Even late Jindan monks are not afraid of it.

"drink!"

"Shangqing Demon-Slaying Array!"

The Hundred Swords Sword roared, burning the essence and blood, turning into huge mana and pouring into the sword formation. The one hundred and eight flying swords were shining brightly, and the hazy sword energy was generated by itself. Accompanying the will of the Hundred Swords' sword intention, it actually formed The sky clears the light and sword energy, and covers the clouds in the sky. Then, killing spirits and demons, all the tsunami-like sword energy of clear light surged toward his chest!

This is suppressing and erasing the flying sword and destroying sword intent in his chest.

We must turn against customers!

"You're as rich as I am."

Jiang Ding praised: "I heard that the Shangqing Lingbao Sect is good at refining weapons. In the interface, many of the top treasures are related to the Shangqing Lingbao Sect."

"What's even more rare is that the Shangqing Lingbao Sect has maintained a good relationship with the Eight Immortal Sects. It can receive a large number of orders for magic weapons and artifacts every year, thus accumulating huge wealth."

"I really envy others."

"kill him!"

Amidst the roar, nearly a hundred flying swords roared towards them, all carrying the aura of sword intent. Filled with storm, fire, wind, darkness and other wills, the sword light was extremely fast, far exceeding the limit that a foundation-building monk should have.

The figure of the young man in green was cut into auras that filled the sky.

A few kilometers away, pulled by the Feijian Qi machine, the figure of a young man in green appeared again.

"here!"

Xuantian's sword was filled with murderous intent. With a flick of his finger, a golden flying sword shot through the air, containing the will to tear the sky and the earth apart.

The air, the aura of heaven and earth, the wind, the clouds, everything that was in front of them was cut open, and the speed was so fast that even the consciousness could not lock it.

Sky-Splitting Sword Intent!

"kill!"

On the other side, with a scream like a demon wolf, the hair of the Wolf Sky Sword stood up, and a flying sword like a blood moon came from the other direction. Bloodthirsty, crazy sword intent filled the world, making people have illusions. The blood vessels bulged uncontrollably and were about to burst out of the body.

Sirius Sword Intent!

a golden color,

One blood color.

Two sword lights containing domineering will came in tandem, killing at extremely fast speeds, followed by nearly a hundred flying swords. The sword cultivator's will was huge and manic, suffocating creatures hundreds of miles away, making them tremble and dare not breathe.

Then, he stopped more than ten meters away from the young man in green.

One gold, one red, two sword lights lingering, cruising left and right.

"Why, why don't you move forward?"

Jiang Ding asked after he had some free time.

Taiqing Feijian danced happily beside him.

The distance between divine consciousness and sword intention!

After many increases of Taiqing Feijian, he now has four times the distance between spiritual consciousness and sword intention of a monk of the same level, ten kilometers!

As for the people below, each one of them, the longest distance they can hold a sword is only eight kilometers.

Once this distance is exceeded, it does not mean that you cannot control the flying sword, but the power will decrease exponentially.

That's why they paused.

As for the nearly a hundred sword cultivators who followed, it was even worse. Ordinary peak-level foundation-building cultivators had a range of three kilometers of spiritual consciousness. Some of them had a range of five kilometers, and some had a range of six kilometers. The range was uneven.

In the past, it was not so bad when facing the golden elixir monks, but now when facing the same level, a terrifying contrast of advantages suddenly appeared.

"Where is your sword cultivation intention?"

"The flying sword of the sun is on you, what a great humiliation!"

Xuantian Jianzi said sarcastically.

After all, he did not dare to take another step forward. Instead, he quickly retracted the Blood Moon Flying Sword from Langtian Jianzi and returned to the guard of nearly a hundred Sword Intention Sword Cultivator Flying Swords. In the midst of the whistling sword light, several There is a sea of ​​sword energy within a kilometer.

Taiqing Feijian beats more cheerfully.

"what!"

A painful scream once again attracted everyone's attention.

Surrounded by one hundred and eight swords, Baijian Jianzi in the Shangqing Demon-Slaying Formation turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments. As soon as the blood left the corner of his mouth, it turned into a handful of white ash and fell.

Bai Jian Jianzi's aura dropped off a cliff, and his cheeks were covered with layers of blue-gold lines. Dots of white ash appeared in the lines, falling down and drifting in the wind.

"Dari Jianzi, spare your life!"

"I realize my mistake!"

Bai Jian Jianzi's face was full of fear. Many things were changing between life and death: "I am Jianzi from the Shangqing Lingbao Sect. You can't kill me, otherwise I will give trouble to the Dongji Demon Sect, no, to the immortals." The door attracts powerful enemies.”

"Once the territorial disputes arise again, hundreds of millions of living beings will die!"

"Let me go! I swear with my Taoist heart that I will never participate in anything here again!"

(End of this chapter)